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“Get out your big atlas”

Posted on April 25, 2019 by mafalda

[Dots between square brackets indicate cuts made by Sidney Colvin. For correct and critical edition of this letter see Mehew 6, 2109.] To Sidney Colvin [Colvin 1911, 3, pp. 78-80] Fakarava, Low Archipelago, September 21st, 1888 My dear Colvin, Only … Continue reading →

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Dear reader, I deceive you with husks, the real works and all the pleasure are still mine and incommunicable

Posted on March 2, 2016 by mafalda

[Dots between square brackets indicate cuts made by Sidney Colvin. For full, correct and critical edition of this letter, see Mehew 4, 1232.] To William Ernest Henley [Colvin 1911, 2, pp. 145-147] La Solitude, Hyères [c. 13 March 1884] Dear … Continue reading →

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To work two months, and rest the third

Posted on February 28, 2016 by mafalda

This correspondent was for many years head clerk and confidential assistant in the family firm at Edinburgh. The anecdote about Murdie’s uniform (first paragraph) could not be traced. [As usual, dots between square brackets indicate cuts made by Sidney Colvin. … Continue reading →

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They say Walter is gone

Posted on November 22, 2015 by mafalda

Soon after he was settled again at Hyères, RLS had a great shock in the death (of alcoholism) of one of the oldest and most intimate of his friends of Edinburgh days, James Walter Ferrier. See RLS’s essay Old Mortality … Continue reading →

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Tales for winter nights

Posted on April 11, 2015 by mafalda

RLS had asked his friends to write a testimonial in support of his candidature for the Edinburgh History Chair. [Dots between square brackets indicate cuts made by Sidney Colvin. For full, correct and critical edition of this letter, see Mehew … Continue reading →

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‘Vixerunt nonnulli in agris, delectati re sua familiari’

Posted on February 5, 2015 by mafalda

RLS and Fanny were married on 19 May 1880 by the Revd William Anderson Scott, a Scots Presbyterian minister, at his home in Post Street, San Francisco. After staying 3 days at the Palace Hotel, they left San Francisco. on … Continue reading →

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When I suffer in mind, stories are my refuge; I take them like opium; and I consider one who writes them as a sort of doctor of the mind

Posted on January 4, 2015 by mafalda

One day at the Savile Club in London, RLS, hearing a certain laugh, cried out that he must know the laugher, who turned out to be a fellow-countryman, John Meiklejohn, the well-known educational authority and professor at St. Andrews University. … Continue reading →

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It is a strange affair to be an emigrant, as I hope you shall see in a future work

Posted on October 28, 2014 by mafalda

RLS reached the Pacific Transfer Station near Counsil Bluffs on the eastern bank of the Missouri on Thursday night, 21 August 1879. Here he joined a Union Pacific ‘emigrant train’: left on Friday evening, 22 August, and crossed the Missouri … Continue reading →

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Pitting my own humour to this old verse … we’ll walk the woods no more

Posted on August 7, 2014 by mafalda

At this time Stevenson was much occupied, as were several young writers his contemporaries, with imitating the artificial forms of early French verse. Some of his attempts have been preserved, like the two contained in this letter. The second is … Continue reading →

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O for the good, fleshly stupidity of the woods, the body conscious of itself all over and the mind forgotten!

Posted on July 12, 2014 by mafalda

RLS returned home from his first visit at Barbizon on 23 April 1875. The rehearsals were those of Shakespeare’s Twelfth Night for amateur theatricals at Professor Fleeming Jenkin’s in which Stevenson played the part of Orsino (the leading character of … Continue reading →

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“Get out your big atlas”

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Dear reader, I deceive you with husks, the real works and all the pleasure are still mine and incommunicable

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To work two months, and rest the third

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Tales for winter nights

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‘Vixerunt nonnulli in agris, delectati re sua familiari’

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When I suffer in mind, stories are my refuge; I take them like opium; and I consider one who writes them as a sort of doctor of the mind

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It is a strange affair to be an emigrant, as I hope you shall see in a future work

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Pitting my own humour to this old verse … we’ll walk the woods no more

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O for the good, fleshly stupidity of the woods, the body conscious of itself all over and the mind forgotten!

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